I was pondering (in my Brain-like way+) Chitty’s recent thesis on the Nice Guy. I certainly haven’t researched the matter as exhaustively as Señor BangBang has, but I can attest to the apparent validity of his claims. For those of you who couldn’t be arsed to follow the link++, here is a brief synopsis:
Nice guys have vaginas.
Not, I hasten to add, that there’s anything specifically wrong with that, but it sort of puts the brakes on any kind of hard and heavy heterosexual intimacy taking place.
Chitty contends that confidence is the key to getting the girl. While I don’t disagree with this viewpoint, I would, however, like to add a subtle semantic refinement to the mix. I believe it’s not so much confidence that makes many a lass sit up and take notice, as cockiness.
Implicit in this attitude is a promise of potential delivery, so for women who are experiencing similar feelings as, for example, The Granny Wrangler or Parenthesis, this makes an enormous, throbbing, back-arching difference.
+ taking over the world is just ONE of my many interests
++ you’re right, ‘zilla. It DOES feel good